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DELPHINE 



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OTHER POEMS 

L. ADDA NICHOI.S 



" It is good for us to think no grace or blessing truly ours 
until we are aware God has blessed some one else with it 
through ns."— Phillips Brooks. 




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CONTENTS. 



PAGE. 

Delphink 15 

boerowed 43 

A Lost Opportunity 50 

At Church 51 

Jesus Passed By 54 

Sunday Morning 57 

"The Sword OF THE Lord AND OF Gideon" 61 

Inasmuch 64 

The Angel of Patience 67 

Words My Mother Taught Me 70 

The Benediction 72 



DELPHINE 



AND 



OTHER POEMS 



If you hnow a ha2:)py song, 

Sing it, yes, sing it; 
It will rest some iveary heart, 
To the sad new life impart ; 

So if you know a hajypy song. 
Sing it from the heart. 

If you know the wondrous story, 

Tell it, yes, tell it ; 
If you love the Lord of glory, 
If you love the old, old story. 

The story of redeeming love. 
Tell it from the heart. 



DELPHINE 

AND 

OTHER POEMS. 



DELPHINE. 

Here flows the smiling Manistee 

Leisurely onward toward the sea ; 

And winding through the hills along, 

Fills all the valley with sweet song 

Of rippling waves that smile and kiss 

Its own green banks with nature's bliss ; 

Until at last it pours its charms 

Into the broad Pacific's arms. 

Now mirrored in its depths so clear 

The fleecy, floating clouds appear ; 

And toward the setting of the sun 

Upon a summer afternoon, 

A glowing picture one oft sees 

Reflected from o'erhanging trees 

From farther bank, like gleams of fire, — 

Naught's left of beauty to desire. 

Its waves doth many secrets keep 

For those who dream and those who weep ; 



16 DELPHINE. 

And 'neath the bridge so grey and old 
Hath heard the story often told 
Of love and grief, of pain and loss, 
So deep that nothing but the Cross 
Of Calvary could heal and bless 
With its own balm of tenderness 
The weary hearts that long and wait 
The opening of the unseen gate. 
Dear Manistee ! for aye flow on • 
The pride of one small country town, 
That nestles by thy purling stream, 
Among the hills where poets dream ; 
And where life's nobler after-thought 
Outside the world of strife is wrought. 

Here where the wheels of labor sound, 
And honest thought and peace abound, 
And laborers with the sinewy hand 
And stalwart frame respect command, 
Fair Delphine lies. What memories flame 
At mention of this cherished name ; 
Of faithful friends of other daj^s 
Who dwelt among these quiet ways, 



DBIvPHINE. 17 

And by the social, bright fireside 

Exchange of thought new themes supplied. 

Thus while around the cheerful fire 

The huge logs burned still higher and higher 

And threw such genial glow apace 

As lighted up each eager face. 

One friend by full consent had gained 
Name of " the Master " ; for he reigned 
Unconsciously and with sweet zest; 
His years outnumbering the rest ; 
And from the love-light in his eyes 
Bespoke a nature meekly wise. 
Of him it was devoutly said, 
Who much of God and nature read : 
" His present seems a dream to be, 
The future his reality." 

A younger and a growing light 
See in this fireside group at night, 
George Markham ; pastor in the place ; 
Whose creed is written in his face ; 
And you could read it from the start : 
'' Heaven and earth not far apart." 



18 DBLPHINE. 

One person hard to be described, 
Who of full measure had imbibed 
Of gospel truth, of wit and grace, 
And in the group held central place. 
A man who spoke in homely phrase, 
Uncultured, only in the ways 
Of heaven-taught truth ; a speaker bold, 
Who won the hearts of young and old, 
David Rook ; gardener and friend. 
Whose common work serves highest end. 

One of this club of five we see 
A business man of high degree ; 
While from the city for short stay 
Had to this fireside found his way. 

And let us now acquaintance make 
With one McCoU ; all for the sake 
Of others who like him may roam 
In darkness, and to light may come. 

Invigorating breezes flow 
Through trees of pine, inviting so 



DKIvPHINK. 19 

The seekers after health to try 

The simple remedies that lie 

In change and rest ; thus some have come 

To make Delphine awhile their home ; 

And list to woodland music free 

Beside the rippling Manistee. 

This guest, McColl, a sadness wore ; 

Oppressive grief was brooding o'er 

His very life ; a sorrow dark 

Entwined with doubts had crushed the spark 

Of hope's last ray and faith and trust ; 

" If there's a God he can't be just," 

He moaned ; "0 where's my wife, my boy ? 

Is there a heaven ? a place of joy ? 

Or is there not ? and do they sleep 

Forever in oblivion deep ? 

A home once bright with childish glee, 

And ruled by queenly dignity, 

In one brief day forever fled, 

And all life's hopes lie crushed and dead ; 

What mockings at my longings come, 

A waiting drear and dread and dumb." 



20 DELPHINE. 

George Markham in his study bent 

With pen in hand and thought intent 

Upon the Sunday sermon there, 

That none might lack their needed share 

Of comfort and instruction given 

In the sweet message sent from heaven 

To those who from the factory come, 

And from the simple rural home 

To rest their weary hacds and mind, 

And some new gospel treasure find ; 

And be, through words that he should speak, 

" Willing to live another week." 

Meanwhile McColl had wandered out. 
And half unconsciously, no doubt, 
Had found him at the study door 
Where he had been ofttimes before. 
The pastor hearty welcome gave, 
But noted his pale face and grave ; 
With lines of sorrow deeper laid 
Since first his prized acquaintance made. 
But interrnptioDS courted he 
If he could help a soul at sea. 



DELPHINE. 21 

This man of culture, traveled wide, 
A man of wealth and seeming pride. 
But noble character possessed ; — 
With honest doubts a soul distressed. 

When with exchange of pleasant word, 

And from the grate the fire was stirred, 

McColl the question had essayed 

To ask what subject he'd arrayed 

For coming sermon, " that I see 

Is brushed aside, for which blame me." 

" 'Tis time to rest," Markham replied, — 

*' My subject's one that's deep and wide ; 

No less than ' The significance 

And use of sorrow ' ; which perchance 

May find response with some who've wrought 

The problem out, or thus have suught." 

McColl remarked with bitterness : 

" You'll talk ten minutes more or less, 

Then give it up for other theme, 

Or some more visionary dream." 

" Nay, nay, my friend, but rather I 



22 DBIyPHINB. 

Had thought discourse to multiply ; 
The theme so vast now on my hand 
Seems wonderfully to expand. 

Now my belief, as you may know, 
Is in two worlds united so, 
Though one the other cannot see, 
In speaking distance they may be." 
Then from his library shelf he took 
A well-worn, unpretending book, 
And from its pages to him read 
A little story, which, he said, 
Expressed his faith. It runs this way : 
There is an island, so they say, 
Inhabited by fishermen 
In low rude huts ; and often when 
Through fog and mist they can't discern 
Their own loved dwellings, nor dare turn 
Their boats too near the rocky shore, 
Their voice in song is wafted o'er ; 
Then wives and sweethearts take again 
The next verse of the sweet refrain ; 
And thus they know, though all unseen, 



DKIvPHINK. 23 



That no great distance lies between ; 
And they can well with patience stay 
Until the mists are cleared away. 

" I can't accept it," hoarsely said 
His guest, and sadly shook his head ; 
"The theory sounds well to read, 
But can't be true; ah, no, indeed !" 

" But, friend, supposing it were true, 
Would it not be w^orth much to you ? 
And do you not think it worth while 
To study it, and thus beguile 
Your weary hours of grief and pain, 
And from it consolation gain ? 
And find it not unreasonable, 
But, rather, true and beautiful ? 
If we can't rend the veil and see, 
It's no less true that there may be, 
Not far away, the other shore, 
And heavenly greetings wafted o'er ; 
Beyond our human eyes to reach, 



24 DELPHINE. 

Or human ears to hear the speech ; 
But faith can see, and faith can hear, 
And thus bring unseen treasures near." 

A gleam of hope a moment shone 
Across his face, and then was gone ; 
With grasp of hand he said " Good night/' 
Then passed into the street from sight. 

Now once a week, it was agreed, 

This friendly " Club of Delphine," freed 

From all restraint, should meet and share 

Each other's thoughts, and notes compare. 

The parsonage to be the place 

This genial company should grace ; 

And from the pastor's study flow 

Rich blessings after years should know 

From "speaking meetings," if you please, 

Where each one felt at perfect ease, 

Discussing social topics when 

Seemed drawn that way, and now and then 

Of politics they took a view, 

All with good nature through and through. 



DELPHINK. 25 

But mostly valued time was spent 
On higher themes, with the intent 
To help McColl, now in the night 
Of unbelief, to clearer sight. 
And one strong element to guide 
Was David Rook, who could divide 
The living truth in homely way ; 
He sent his arrows swift to stay, 
Until beyond all argument 
His simple faith had gained assent. 
" Too much theology," would say 
Our gardener quaint and in his way, 
"And not enough religion found, 
Sometimes to hardly go around. 
About the creeds Christ little said, 
But very much of love instead." 
The Master silent sat the while, 
And nodded with approving smile. 

McColl then spoke : " I'd like to know, 
If you've a God that loves us so. 
Why He should such afflictions send. 
And weight of burden that it bend 



26 ■ DBLPHINK. 

And crush our very life apart, 

And wrench and tear the human heart 

Till hope is dead, yet death won't come 

To fiee the soul with anguish dumb. 

Then you on love and faith expand ; 

I surely cannot understand 

A faith so blind; but wonder, doubt, 

Concerning things past finding out." 

" Well, now," said David, " let me tell 
An incident remembered well ; 
Crossing a lake, some time ago, 
A fog and mist had settled low 
And thick about; we could not see 
Across the deck, and thought that we 
Were in much danger, when I went 
To see the Captain and give vent 
Unto my feelings of great fear ; 
Where he was standing I drew near : 
' Are you not going at full speed ?' 
' Certainly, my friend, there's need 
That I on time the trip should make ; 
No cause that I the record break.' 



DEIvPHINE. 27 

' Is it not dangerous?' I ask; 
For recklessness took him to ta?k. 
' I care not for the fog,' said he, 

* The compass is our guide at sea ; 
Always by that our course we take ; 
'Twas never known to make mistake; 
Through fog and mist, through night and day, 
The needle always points one way.' 

' And can you tell me why 'tis so ?' 
' I surely can't, nor do I know. 
And never yet have heard of one 
Could tell just how the work was done.' 
' And yet you trust your life, and feel 
Secure with that one bit of steel ?' 

* Yes, every time ; because I know 
It's o'er and o'er been proven true ; 
Hundreds of years it has been tried, 
Has never failed, has never lied. 
The mighty ships the waters plow, 
Laden with wealth from stern to bow. 
And trusted to the needle's eye. 

Not knowing the wherefore nor why; 
We trust what we can't understand 



28 DKLPHINE. 

Each day we live, on sea or land.' 
Thus spake the Captain. I withdrew, 
Knowing that what he said was true." 

McColl sank back into his chair, 

Silent, but with more hopeful air ; 

George Markham stirred the waning fire, 

And while the sparks and flames rise higher 

And fill with cheerful light the room, 

Their conversation they resume, 

Led by the Master; and with him 

The business man of mirth and vim 

The company oft entertained, 

And thus the interest never waned. 

The moments swiftly fly, and when 

The clock rang out the hour of ten, 

They rose to go : each one possessed 

A growing friendship for the rest. 

And David thought, but left unsaid — 

"To-night a cornerstone's been laid." 

" To-morrow's sun shines on to-day; 
Thus easily we climb the way 



DEI.PHINB. 29 

That otherwise so rough and steep 

Our feet from stumbling could not keep. 

'Tis just ahead we look for rest, 

That makes the present stand the test ; 

And so with dauntless courage we 

Press on to final victory." 

Thus spake the Master when around 

The hearth again the Club was found ; 

The thoughts that led to these remarks 

Were like the scattered flying sparks 

Brushed off when in the grate we turn 

The log to make it brighter burn. 

Each one contributed a share 

To make the hour a profit bear 

To one and all, each in his sphere, 

And thus the moments brought good cheer. 

They talked of ruling kings of earth, 

Of fame and wealth, and what they're worth. 

Then, running o'er with gratitude, 

Spoke David in his joyful mood : 

"My friends, I doubt if you can guess 

The wondrous riches I possess ; 

The beauty of the world is mine, 



30 DELPHINE. 

The multitude of stars that shine, 
The moon with all her silvery light, 
And all the glories of the night ; 
The woodlands and the birds of song 
To me without reserve belong. 
Ah, yes ! I own the Manistee," 
Continued David, cheerily; 
"The scenery along its banks 
I take and give the Father thanks; 
And all the range of hills that rise, 
And over which the sunshine lies; 
While through the trees the crimson glow 
Lights up the peaceful vale below. 
With all the wealth of Croesus I 
Could not one- tenth these beauties buy 
That now I take as gift so free 
From God's own hand of love to me. 
They're mine to hold while life shall last, 
Then mine a heritage more vast. 
In Christ's last will and testament 
To me the blessed news was sent 
That to immortal life I'm heir, 
Within the many mansions fair 



DELPHINK. 31 

Where He's prepared for me a place, 

And I shall see Him face to face. 

Thus to a blessed home in heaven 

To me a title deed is given ; 

A document no court can break ; 

Sealed with His name and for His sake 

Who on the Cross of Calvary 

Hath purchased this great svealth for me. 

This postscript doth the will attend : 

' Lo, I am with you to the end.' 

To David Rook the deed stands sure 

To mansions that for aye endure, 

Who dwells at present in Delphine, 

To him's addressed each precious line. 

friends I can you now estimate 

The value of my great estate ?'' 

George Markham smiled, for well he knew 
The words came from a heart that's true. 
But we shall equal heirship claim 
All in and through the one great name, 
He said ; and thus the talk ran en 
Until the time was almost gone, 



32 DBI.PHINE. 

And with reluctance must adjourn ; 
But not until the coffee uru 
With steaming beverage passed around 
And glad recipients had found. 

As when the faintest streaks of light, 
At early dawn, foretell the night 
Is fast receding, and the Star 
Of Morning shines above the bar 
Of growing crimson that will soon 
Be lost in the resplendent noon, 
So with McColl 'tis break of day ; 
The shadows lift, and far away, 
Though dimly, he begins to see 
The meaning of faith's ministry. 

'' That we've a Friend," the Master said. 
Always in reach, has comforted 
More hearts than eloquence of prayer 
Addressed to One we know not where. 
The Man of Sorrows, knowing grief, 
Can best give human hearts relief; 
And, perfect made through suffering, 
Can unto others healing bring; 



DE^LPHINE. 33 

Who triumphed in temptation's hour, 
Can to the tempted give like power; 
And since with Ciirist the victory 
Was gained in dark Gethsemane, 
More than his miracles to us 
His earthly life and lifted Cross 
Whereon He paid redemption's price, 
The one great living sacrifice; 
And thus to heaven w^as made complete 
The path where trod His sacred feet. 
His footprints through the ages trace 
That storms of centuries can't efface ; 
And in His steps whoever will 
May find the pathway shining still. 
Through prayer unuttered or expressed 
The prayerful heart is always blessed, 
And feels the Christ so near to them 
That they can touch His garment's hem ; 
To trust the leading of His hand 
A little child can understand." 
George Markham breathed a low "amen"; 
McColl the same repeated; then, 
With heart o'erflowing at the word, 
David added : " Yes, praise the Lord !" 



34 DBLPHINE. 

The Master's line of tender thought 
Had to the mind of Markham brought 
Some promises that always shine 
From Revelation's sacred mine; 
And so before his friends he brings 
The outline of his ponderings. 

To him that overcometh, I 
With hidden manna will supply ; 
To him that hath an ear to hear 
The Spirit ever speaketh clear ; 
And they that understand shall own 
A new name written in white stone, 
Which no man knoweth saving he 
To whom's revealed the mystery ; 
The simple token of a friend 
That one the other doth commend. 
With rich embellishment is fraught 
Each wide-extending Scripture thought. 
When those in ancient Athens tried 
Acquittal gained, 'twas signified, 
And dicast's verdict was made known, 
Just by the white and unpierced stone. 



DELPHINE. 35 

When each in turn his thought expressed, 

With growing interest manifest, 

David, in his peculiar way 

And emphasis, went on to say : 

'' The world will never think the less 

Of those who live what they profess. 

'Tis grander far, my friends, to do, 

Than merely to believe what's true. 

On truth that's practical the Book 

Has ever taught the world to look. 

So each strange face that meets my view, 

I simply think, I hope that you 

Are one whose swift and willing feet 

Are for the dear Lord's use made meet ; 

On mercy's errands oft will go, 

And thus your love to Him will show. 

Much of our sorrow we forget 

If busy for the King we're kept." 

" O, is it true?" said, half aloud, 
McColl, as low his head was bowed ; 
" I really think I've selfish been, 
And can He count it less than sin ? 



36 DKLPHINK. 

To turn about 'tis not too late, 
' For lo,' One says, ' I knock and wait.' " 
Whispered Markham: " His promise claim, 
And yours the white stone with new name." 

A moment's silence ; when they drew 

Their chairs the fireside closer to, 

The Master led them in his way 

To view a picture by Dore 

That once he saw. With pictured word 

Their hearts with admiration stirred; 

And when, within the gallery led, 

The canvas he before them spread, 

So plain he made it they could trace 

The heart's desire upon each face. 

"The Vale of Tears,"— thus vividly 

Shows forth life's sad reality. 

The background dark, which is immense, 

A shadowy valley represents; 

And at the entrance, clothed in white, 

The Savior stands, with form upright, 

Bearing a cross; and with one hand 

Upraised ; by which we understand 

Is invitation ; arched around 



DKIvPHINB. 37 

His head, soft rays of light are found, 

Thus symbolizing as we see 

Hope's presence even here may be. 

The middle and foreground are full 

Of a great number typical 

Of weary, heavy laden ones, 

From beggars e'en to kings on thrones. 

A king in glorious cloth of gold 

Turns in despair, and to behold 

Beseechingly Christ's face ; and near 

Him stands a Roman Emperor, 

Whose brow still bears the laurel wreath, 

With toga stained with blood beneath. 

From heart- wound by his enemies 

Inflicted through mad jealousies. 

The maimed, the halt, the blind are there; 

A dying mother to His care 

Commends her child of tender years, 

With pleading look and flowing tears. 

On solitary shelf of rock 

Despised and hated lepers flock ; 

And from whatever depth of loss, 

All look to Christ and to His Cross. 



38 DEIyPHINE. 

Without a word of comment made 
Upon the picture thus portrayed, 
And made indelible within 
The mind of each, they now begin 
Their hats and overcoats to take, 
And with a hearty, warm hand-shake 

The club adjourns; with a "good-night" 

They step out in the clear starlight. 

God works through men; and they who heed 

The great commission find indeed 

A satisfaction that extends 

And is complete in this: His friends. 

And he who lifts to purer air 

Of heaven a soul in deep despair 

Does work as high as angels do, 

And through a means they never knew. 

'Tis thus McColl has dared commend 

His life unto the world's best Friend; 

And from the faith-light in his face 

Proves heaven a state as well as place ; 

That near by is the heavenly home 



DBIvPHINB. 39 

Where loved ones wait for him to come. 

By consecration full, all doubt 

Has from his heart been taken out, 

And heaven's all transcendent light 

Has swallowed up his darkest night. 

"While his frail body still declines 

The help of breezes from the pines 

And from the hillsides that surround 

Dear Delphine ; and while he's not found 

What here he sought that would make whole 

His earthly frame, yet for his soul 

He's found the rest longed for and sweet, 

The rest eternal, full, complete; 

And eager expectations shine 

Within his eyes words can't define. 

How pleasantly and swiftly passed 
The weeks ; and this must be the last 
Fond meeting, when the Club adjourns. 
Each guest unto his home returns 
Upon the morrow; so they this eve 
Mostly to reminiscence give. 



40 DELPHINE. 

And hardly now do they begin 

When light refreshments are brought in ; 

The fragrant coffee and the tea, 

Emblems of sociability; 

And thoughts of parting find no place 

To mar the evening's cheerfulness. 

An added interest, by the way, 

This meeting holds ; 'tis the birthday 

Of David Rook, who cheerily 

Proclaims that he is sixty-three ; 

''In hailing distance now, almost, 

Of yonder shore and heavenly host." 

Congratulations all extend 

To him, their much respected friend; 

Whose noble, open, manly face 

Would banish gloom from any place ; 

Who never let his left hand know 

Of aught of good his right would do ; 

But often said, " Nothing is small; 

All things are great, for God made all. 

That life," he said, ''is much like this, 

I think, except that I shall miss 



DKIvPHINB. 41 

My rheumatism over there, 
And that, I know, I well can spare; 
And heaven's rest will be more dear 
For pain and loss we've suffered here." 

" Since coming here I'm led to see 
All work is honored equally 
If honest and well done " — thus spake 
The man of business—** and I take 
Fresh courage, since ' the Master ' said 
Religion and business should be wed; 
That they are like the different strands 
Of one strong rope ; and if it stands 
United thus, it surely would 
Uphold the world and make it good. 
On church and warehouse God bestows 
An equal blessing; and so those 
Who work in either must believe 
An equal recompense receive ; 
And what is preached on Sunday must 
On Monday be a sacred trust. 
All service true is for the Lord, 
And always brings its own reward." 



42 DKIvPHINB. 

" Speaking of service," Markham said, 
* * When but a child I often read 
And loved the legend sweet and old 
Of good St. Christopher, the bold, 
Tall giant at the river's side, 
Where flows the mighty rolling tide; 
And neither ford nor bridge is found 
To help the pilgrims hither bound 
All on their way to Rome; no lack 
The faithful find; for on his back 
Each one St. Christopher bears o'er 
The waters deep to farther shore. 
Prevailed upon he could not be 
To ever take the smallest fee 
When to the Holy City they 
Found help from him upon their way. 
When in the service he'd grown old, 
One night, as winds blew fierce and cold, 
A plaintive voice and of a child 
Rang out upon the air so wild : 
' O, dear, good Saint, I thee implore 
To carry me the river o'er.' 
Though weary and in need of sleep, 



DELPHINE. 43 

Nothing could from his loved work keep 
This faithful one; and so he takes 
The child upon his back, and makes, 
With staff in hand, as oft before, 
His passage to the other shore; 
But when mid-way the waters through 
So very great his burden grew, 
And heavier, till he almost sank 
Before he reached the farther bank. 
Great drops of sweat began to pour 
From off his brow as ne'er before. 
At last, with staggering footsteps, he 
Has reached the shore, and tenderly 
Upon the bank he places now 
The child; when lo, around his brow 
Beams suddenly a radiant light ! 
The Savior of the world that night 
He carried on his shoulders broad, — 
The world's weight with the Son of God. 

" Only a legend, but we find 
In it a golden truth enshrined; 
That humble service meaneth much. 



44 DBLPHINB. 

And bringeth heaven and earth in touch ; 

And he who for his fellow cares 

Thus serves the Lord, though unawares. 

Dearer than legend to you and me 

Christ's loving wayside ministry, 

Of which he bids us all partake, 

The work continue for His sake 

Who of His best gave to the few, 

Or only one, as like unto 

The lonely woman at the well, 

Who straightway doth the glad news tell. 

In all His weary journeyings 

The word of life He always brings, 

That each lone wayfarer may find 

In Him a friend most wondrous kind." 

" Ah, yes," then spake McColl, " and me, 

Like blind Bartimseus, makes to see; 

And He who at the midnight hour 

To Nicodemus with such power 

The truth proclaimed, shall one day greet 

The whole glad world brought to His feet." 

Now with these words a silence reigned 
Until their thoughts the heights attained. 



DBLPHINK. 45 

And then, to break the magic spell 

Of thoughtfulness that on them fell, 

The Master says : " There comes to me 

To-night a scene most vividly 

Of nature's untold grandeur vast; 

An impress made while life shall last. 

When through the Alps of Switzerland 

We journeyed, a congenial band, 

We climbed the glaciers with a guide; 

To him and to each other tied 

We made the slippery, steep ascent ; 

But slowly, firmly as we went, 

Our guide a chiseled niche would make 

To place his foot, and bade us take 

Great caution, and to put within 

Each niche our foot where his had been; 

And thus our safety guaranteed 

By giving to his counsel heed. 

When at the height of ice and snow 

Our guide cried out, ' Now look below, 

And at your right !' The great abyss 

Of foaming waters seethe and hiss, 

And, dashing o'er their rocky bed, 



DBLPHINE. 

Thousands of feet beneath our tread, 

A dizziness bring to the brain; — 

When 'To your left, look up!' again 

Our guide pealed forth; a lofty height 

Of granite mountain met our sight; 

Thus firm, unmovable and grand, 

It seemed like grasp of unseen hand 

To save us from the depths below, 

"Where feet unguided else might go. 

And in the midst I pondered thus: 

That gulf, temptation is to us, 

Whose mighty waves would overwhelm 

Had we no Pilot at the helm. 

The mountain at the left, God's truth, 

A tower of strength to age and youth; 

A sheltering rock in desert land, 

A refuge that for aye shall stand. 

Its depths all goodness underlies; 

Its summit reaches to the skies. 

To find life's goal a surety is 

To place our feet where Christ placed His; 

Aad in His footprints safely climb 

Above the changing waves of time." 



DEIvPHINB. 47 

The fire burns low within the grate; 
Our social friends have lingered late; 
And when, with slow, commanding power, 
The clock peals forth the midnight hour, 
The Delphine Club again adjourns; 
Each to his separate way returns. 



BORROWED. 



BORROWED. 

The deepest thoughts ne'er find a voice 

Till touched by sorrow; 
The sweetest music on the earth 

From grief we borrow. 

The grandest truths that find a place 

On written pages 
Are found within or borrowed from 

The Book of Ages. 

The clouds that send refreshing rain 

In bounteous portion 
Give back what they have borrowed from 

The mighty ocean. 

Naught stands alone and separate 

In full completeness; 
The fragrant flower mast yield to uee 

Its honeyed sweetness. 



BORROWED. 49 

Ne w light from out the old-time truths 

To-day is springing; 
And echoes from the distant past 

Through earth are ringing. 

As it has been, so it will be, 

And each to-morrow 
From out the golden yesterdays 

Makes haste to borrow. 



50 A LOST OPPORTUNITY. 



A LOST OPPORTUNITY. 

It came and went so quickly, 
My sluggish soul saw not 

The Master stand and beckoning 
Toward one of humble lot. 

And I rose not up to follow, 

So slow was I to see, 
Till the help I might have give a 

Forever fled from me. 

And often I am grieving, 
And longing all in vain 

For a blessed opportunity 
That will not come again. 

Dear Lord ! give Thine anointing, 
And make mine eyes to see; 

And make me swift in doing 
The work Thou givest me. 



AT CHURCH. 51 



AT CHURCH. 

A TRUE INCIDENT. 

The morning prayer was ended ; 

And as the pastor read 
Of the fullness of God's mercy, 

And the loving words Christ said, 

Then tenderly applied them 

As a remedy for sin, 
Lo ! at the open window 

A little dove flew in. 

At the pastor's feet alighted. 
And looked up in his face, 

As if with approbation ; 

And sacred seemed the place. 

O'er all the congregation 

A solemn stillness fell; 
Each tender heart was melted 

By the calm and holy spell. 



52 AT CHURCH. 

And then amidst the reading 
The pastor paused and said : 

May this dove be an omen 
Of good unto us led ; 

As a message to this people, 
Sent from the Father above, 

As a token of His pleasure 
And everlasting love. 

Thro' all the morning service 
The dove as sentinel stood 

By the pulpit and the altar, 
An interpreter of good. 

After the benediction, 
Lightly flew the bird , 

And rested on the shoulder 
Of him who preached the word. 

From thence upon the pulpit, 
On the Bible perched at last ; 

And gently watched the people 
As they slowly outward passed. 



AT CHURCH. 53 

So like the calm that follows 

After the storm doth cease. 
Comes the spirit as a dove. 

With the olive-branch of peace. 



54 JESUS PASSED BY. 



JESUS PASSED BY. 

A famous man of letters sighed 

O'er many a problem deep, 
To which he'd given days of toil 

And hours of needed sleep. 

The only world he knew was books, 

And not the world of men ; 
Thus human pleading reached him not, 

Nor human woe nor pain. 

While bending o'er his weary task, 

And lifting not his eye, 
Lo 1 all unheeded and unseen 

The loving Christ passed by. 

And still he digged and delved to solve 

Unfathomed mystery; 
While all the throbbing world moved on, 

Nor paused his work to see. 



JESUS PASSED BY. 55 

Some fainted 'neath their burden great 

For cheering words unsaid; 
But still he plied his heavy task 

With bowed and reverend head. 

And dreamed not that the secret dwelt 

In the multitude so vast. 
And in the heart of grief and care 

The loving Christ had passed. 

The rich man counted o'er his gold, 
And longed and grasped for more; 

And every day was added gain 
To his ever growing store. 

The months and years roll swiftly by 

With an unvarying speed ; 
He never dreamed, with all his wealth, 

That he was poor indeed. 

And while he piled his treasures high. 

And counted one by one, 
Behold a stranger fair had passed, 

The Christ had come and gone . 



56 JKSUS PASSED BY. 

So one and all, on some task bent, 
We look not up, but down ; 

In raking earthly dust and straws 
See not the lifted crown. 

Thus blessed opportunities 
Fail to attract the eye, 

And all unheeded till we feel 
That Jesus has passed by. 



SUNDAY MORNING. 57 



SUNDAY MORNING. 

Each Sunday morn proclaims a risen Lord; 
An oft recurring Easter day of light; 
And o'er the quiet rural village rests 
Heaven's sweetest benediction at the dawn 
Of this God's holy day. 

And when the sun, 
Advancing in his course, the zenith nears, 
The church-bell chimes call to the house of prayer. 
No rich, no poor, but all with one accord 
As members of one household here unite 
In worship of the one great God of love. 
And with the organ's ringing tones are joined 
The voices of the worshipers in hymns 
Wedded to tunes that shall forever live. 
And will be sung till time shall be no more; 
Dear ''Arlington" and ''Coronation" grand, 
That stirred the souls of saints of long ago. 



58 SUNDAY MORNING. 

Then in petitions at the throne of grace 
The pastor pleads for blessings on the flock : 
Have any wandered from the fold away ? 
Have any never known the love divine ? 
Are any weary with their load of sin ? 
It was for such the Shepherd gave His. life. 
bring them back within the fold to-day, 
To rest beneath the shadow of the Cross; 
And evermore Thy name shall have the praise. 

The Scripture reading then the silence broke : 
" Let not your heart be troubled," came the words, 
The blessed, tender words from John fourteen; 
Through centuries sweet comfort have they brought 
To souls distressed ; and to the longing heart 
Glad promises of '' many mansions " fair. 

Through panes of tinted glass the sunlight streams 
And sheds a mellow light across the pews ; 
Lights up with peace the face of hoary age, 
And little children smile beneath the rays ; 
While every face bespeaks deep gratitude 
For blessings past and blessings of to-day ; 
True witnesses of God's unchanging love. 



SUNDAY MORNING. 59 

Now toward the sacred desk all eyes are turned 
For text recorded in the Book of books ; 
When lo, from John fourteen the pastor reads 
Christ's words: I am the way, the truth, the life. 
*' I am the way." No other way is known 
Wherein earth's pilgrims safe may journey on 
Through sorrow's night or wild temptation's storm 
And reach at last the endless joys of home. 
*' I am the truth." The question that of old 
Perplexed the sages oft is answered here 
Complete and full. Who knows the Christ knows 

truth ; 
Then doubt no more, O troubled heart, but find 
In Him the mystery solved and be at peace. 
" I am the life." What is so dear as life, 
Or promise sweet as life that never ends? 
Kich gift from Him who died but rose again, 
And thus forever more hath power to say 
*'I am the life." 



60 SUNDAY MORNING. 

With closing hymn of praise, 
And with bowed heads the benediction given, 
The people pass from out the sacred place. 
One service less on earth for them to share ; 
One morning nearer to the courts above; 
A little nearer to earth's journey's end; 
And nearer loved ones lost from sight awhile, 
But loving still. 

blessed Sabbath morn ! 
We hail thy peaceful hours and hallowed joys ; 
The calm that reigns o'er nature's wide domain; 
In pleasant pastures green the cattle graze, 
And groves are ringing with the song of birds. 
The bending forests and the blooming fields 
Do but show forth the wisdom and the power 
That formed their grandeur and their beauty gave. 
The azure sky through fleecy clouds looks down ; 
The day-star shines and over all is peace. 



" THE SWORD OF THE LORD AND OF GIDEON." 61 



"THE SWORD OF THE LORD AND OF GIDEON." 

Tis night ; and the hosts of Midian 

Are down in the valley asleep ; 
Their strong men dreaming of victory — 

Of glory they're waiting to reap. 

Down in the valley of Jezreel, 

Asleep ; and their shields and spears 

Are glistening now in the moonlight, 
With naught suggestive of fears. 

With their plunder and camels about them, 
The Midianites take their ease ; 

Nor dream of approaching danger. 
Or of God's allwise decrees. 

O never did Mount Gilboa 

Stand witness to such a sight ! — 

To so large a host stand sentinel, 
As on that eventful night. 



62 " THE SWORD OF THE IvORD AND OF GIDEON." 

But now the decisive moriDent 

Brings a small but conquering band ; 

And over the hills and valleys 

Sounds forth the startling command : 

*' The sword of the Lord and of Gideon !'* 
Rings out on the clear night air ; 

With lamps and pitchers and trumpets, 
Lo ! Israel's army draws near. 

Only the faithful three hundred ; 

But sufficient to scatter the foe ; 
With God and the right in battle, 

All the enemy's ranks lie low. 

Behold ! the signal is given: 

'* Blow ye the trumpets !" 'tis done ; 

And with the strangest artillery 
The soldiers of Gideon won. 

"The sword of the Lord and of Gideon I" 
We may hear the call to-day ; 

While the sound of the Gospel trumpet 
Peals forth to prepare the way 



'«THB SWORD OF THE LORD AND OF GIDKON." 63 

For the coming and for the reigning 

Of the Prince of Eighteousness ; 
For the vanquishing of all evil, 

And the blessed dawn of peace. 

The brave are summoned and sifted, 
For not in numbers lies strength ; 

But they whom the Lord hath chosen 
Shall garner the harvest at length. 

The few, like Gideon's army, 
With Jehovah hath e'er sufficed ; 

And the earth becomes the kingdom 
Of our Lord and of His Christ. 



64 INASMUCH. 



INASMUCH. 

Inasmuch as time is fleeting, 

And eternity is long, 
Inasmuch as many sorrows 

Intermingle with our song, 
We would better grasp the moments, 

Use them as they swiftly fly. 
Making of them sheaves all golden 

For the harvest by and by. 

Inasmuch as good and evil 

Wait each spirit at demand, 
Inasmuch as many falter, 

Missing oft the guiding hand, 
We would better lend, if may be, 

Our small aid while they are nigh, 
It will help to make the reaping 

Sweeter in the by and by. 



INASMUCH. 65 

Inasmuch as 'mong life's roses 

There is many an ugly thorny 
Inasmuch as pain and pleasure 

With each human soul are born, 
We would better pluck the roses. 

Though the thorns may pierce us sore, 
We would better claim the treasures, 

Make them ours forevermore. 

Inasmuch as life is ever 

Filled with conflicts fierce and strong. 
Inasmuch as truth will sometime 

Surely vanquish all the wrong, 
We would better help to hasten 

On the glad and joyous day; 
It will make the resting sweeter 

If we labor while we may. 

Inasmuch as great achievements 

Only can be won by few, 
Inasmuch as earthly laurels 

May not come to me nor you. 
We would better do what labor 

Daily meets us at each hand, 
Nor be idly waiting ever 

For some greater to command. 



66 INASMUCH. 

Inasmuch as we have rendered 
Good unto the least that be, 

" So, indeed," says Christ the Master 
** Ye have done it unto Me." 

What reward more great or mighty- 
Need we ever hope to win, 

If with this most gracious welcome, 
Pearly gates we enter in ? 



L„C:f V. 



THE ANGEL OF PATIENCE. 67 



THE ANGEL OF PATIENCE. 

The days are so short, said the toiler ; 

It's hurry and worry and fret ; 
And the prize that waits my coming 

Remains in the distance yet ; 
There's no rest for the brain so weary, 

No rest for the aching feet ; 
But they tell me on fame's high summit 

The earth-life is made complete ; 
So I work and worry and struggle 

From early morn until late ; — 
A voice beside him spoke softly, 

The Angel of Patience said "TFai<." 

The days are so long, said the idler ; 

This world's a dreary old place ; 
There's nothing here worth the taking, 

There's nothing but time will erase ; 
Even my dreams bring no pleasure, 

A sham is the world of mankind ; 



68 THE ANGEL OF PATIENCE. 

Thus idiy I wait for the ending 

Of the farce where the players are blind ; 

'This life is a great disappointment, 
And failure in all things doth lurk; — 

A voice beside him spoke loudly, 
The Angel of Patience said '*TForA;." 

The days are so sad, said the mourner, 

The world's full of sorrow and grief; 
All in vain do I look for the day-break, 

And continually sigh for relief ; 
No joy do I find in the spring-time, 

Nor beauty in summer's full bloom ; 
The earth is a great barren desert, 

Naught'e real but death and the tomb ; 
The clouds hang so heavy above me. 

There's surely more darkness than day ; — 
A voice beside him spoke sweetly. 

The Angel of Patience said "P?^^^/." 



THL ANGEL OF PATIENCE. 69 

The days are so full, said the faithful ; 

And let them be short, sad or long, 
I'll do the best thing that's next to me, 

And cheer all my labor with song ; 
This dear old world's full of beauty, 

The harvest is fruitful and fair ; 
In waiting and working and praying, 

I surel}^ will gather my share 
To lay at the feet of the Master 

In yonder bright heavenly home ; — 
A voice beside him spoke gladly, 

The Angel of Patience said ''ComeJ^ 



70 WORDS MY MOTHER TAUGHT ME. 



WORDS MY MOTHER TAUOHT ME. 

Dreaming to-night in the firelight's glow, 

Sweet saintly faces come and go , 

And through the years come softly stealing 

The tender words my mother said, 
As she nightly kissed and tucked me 
Close within my trundle bed : — 

" Now darkness shades the distant hills, 

The little birds are hid and still ; 

And we a quiet sleep may take, 

For our Creator is awake." 

The childlike song my spirit thrills, — 
"Now darkness shades the distant hills;" 
He who keeps the birds from falling 

Keepeth thee through fear and pain ; 
And then soothingly and softly 
Comes her gentle voice again : 
" 'Tis sweet upon my little bed 
To think the Savior guards my head ; 
And He a helpless child can keep 
Through all the silent hours of sleep." 



WORDS MY MOTHER TAUGHT MK. 71 

T backward turn the leaves and look 
At the first pages of life's book ; 
And now as then her words repeating : 
" And He a helpless child can keep," 
I^calmly rest in childhood's faith 

'* Through all the silent hours of sleep." 

" Now darkness shades the distant hills, 

The little birds are hid and still ; 

And we a quiet sleep may take, 

For our Creator is awake." 



72 THK BENEDICTION. 



THE BENEDICTION. 

" Grace, mercy and peace," the pastor said, 

At the close of the Sabbath day, 
" Be with you now and evermore." 

And the people went their way, 
From Sabbath rest to week-day work ; 

And I wondered if the spell 
Of the blessed benediction given 

Would guard their footsteps well 
From dangers seen and unseen oft 

That crowd a busy life ; 
Would the blessed peace of the Master calm 

The fever and the strife ? 



THE BBNKDICTION. 73 

'' Grace, mercy and peace," three living words 

Of sweetness and of power ; 
O linger with us evermore, 

As on the Sabbath hour ; 
''Grace," that giveth strength, when fails 

The help of human hand ; 
''Peace," that calms the troubled heart. 

Ever at Christ's command ; 
"Mercy," that cometh from above, 

Earth's weary ones to bless, 
And spreads o'er all its healing wings, 

The wings of tenderness." 



NOTE. 



If any doubting soul shall be led to a stronger faith in 
Christ, or the shadows be lifted from any sorrowing heart, 
that the light of heavenly truth and love shine in, by the 
reading of this little book, it will have fulfilled its mis- 
sion. 

For some of the thoughts and incidents contained in 
" Delphine " I am indebted to Kev. G-eorge H. Hepworth 
and Bishop Breyfogel. L. A. N. 



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